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Damara instinctively took a small step back when the creature's jaw snapped. She inwardly cursed herself for doing so, yet it was a reflexive action more than one done out of one or even necessity. The young woman's next words did not set well with Damara. Weak?! Was she implying that she was weak just because a massive beast was snarling at her? Damara regained her former position, straightening herself up and keeping her chin raised. It was her pride causing her to say these words, rather than caution to not insult a woman who had control over this ferocious beast. Does it make you feel strong then, to threaten an unarmed woman? She questioned, almost rhetorically really. She was really starting to get a bad feeling about this, though kept her voice composed. Even if there was a twinge of sarcasm and disapproval in them.

Aryenne's next words revealed how close she was to the beast. She considered an animal to be her equal? That was not something Damara could completely unrelate to. For her and her people greatly valued horses. Perhaps it was the same thing. But she was not about to reveal any fact about her culture to her. Instead, she would have to try and use that to her advantage. And alas. The woman's name was revealed. But the question that followed was not one that usually did in such circumstances. When one was questioned as to their name, the expected response was for the person to return the question. But instead, Aryenne questioned Damara's motives for asking it. Interesting indeed. This was not the common exchange between two strangers that Damara was used to. It made her all the more cautious about the woman. Though she did not try to fix the obscurity by offering her name when unasked.

Aryenne Dracose, she said, not in repetition but as a starting to her next words. What you may have witnessed was not done with any malice intent. Words to explain that she was not threat... that she meant no harm to Aryenne, nor anyone else. But she knew that pleasantries were no guarantee out of this. However, I travel with the company of well trained hunters who camp not far from where I stand. Her words were giving her confidence, for she always placed her faith and trust in her people. Her protectors. You had best tell your friend to stand down, for I would hate if something were to happen to her. There was not a great of sympathy in Mara's voice, nor a great deal of threat. She was just speaking plainly. Threatening Aryenne's life was a bit futile for Damara did not wish to frivolously kill someone. Especially a young woman. Where was the honor in that? But hunting and killing a beast... well, that was another matter entirely. If any of the men were to see it snarling at her right now, it would already have a spear in its neck.

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Damara softly gasped and quickly turned her head when someone emerged from the concealment of the trees. A young woman! One who with an accusatory tone stated the criminal acts that Mara had just performed. This was exactly what they had warned her about, and yet, her weakness for a small wounded animal had made her reckless. She rose to her feet, unsure how to react to the words. There was no shred of doubt in the woman's voice, so she most certainly witnessed it. Denial may not work then. She rose to her feet, slightly raising her chin. She was doing what she could to swallow her fear and appear confident and sure of herself... as a princess should. Yet truth was, the uncertainty of what this could mean was causing her heart beat to quicken in her chest. As if that was not enough to cause alarm, a massive animal appeared as well, snarling its teeth as if it was ready to attack Damara.

Her already large eyes slightly widened as she locked gaze with the creature, and then turned back to the woman. Mara was unsure as to which site was more threatening. I am no threat to you nor your pet. She did all she could to keep a stutter and the fear from her voice. If she shouted out for her protectors, then the wolf may attack. If she ran, then the wolf could chase. She was trapped, and so all she had was her words of possible persuasion. She swallowed, unable to not look at the beast though the more she stared at it, the more frightened she became so looked back at the woman. She must not appear weak. That was what mattered right now. What is your name? She asked, knowing that denying the woman's sight and thus indirectly calling her a liar may not be the best course of action. Perhaps by personalizing this, she could find a way out of this rather dangerous situation. Though she would feel a great deal better if the wolf was not showing its rather massive teeth.

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Everything had happened so quickly that among the chaos, Damara had been separated from the group. Protect her! She had heard one of them call out. Her father was not among them this time, but it made the men more diligent to ensure she was well protected. Sadly, they had failed. They had been attacked, surrounded from other men. Whether they were a particular enemy or just random bandits, Mara did not know. Amidst the chaos, she had been grabbed and dragged all too quickly away from the safe company of the men. Even in battle, she felt safer near her people than away. But the man who was dragging her by the hair released his hold, due to the spear that pierced the space between his eyes. Run Tarien! We will find you. She believed these words whole heartedly, and as another man drew closer, she turned and complied. Running with all the speed she had within her. Perhaps it was stupid advice given to her by one of the warriors; a newer warrior. Perhaps her father would punish him later.

But right now, she was only thinking of how far she could get from the battle. She was no warrior herself. She was a healer of her people. She still felt life in them, an unexplained connection that she heavily relied on. They would win the battle, she knew it. But the further she ran, the deeper into the woods she went. Thank goodness she had been dressed for travel, in attire that allowed her to move freely rather than a gown or something that would hinder her speed. She stopped when she felt she could run no more, and when the faint cries of battle and steel were far from her earshot. It was then she stopped, catching her breath, realizing a piece of the cloth she had wrapped around her waist, over her pants, ripped along the way. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breathes, regathering herself so that she could maintain some semblance of composure. They would find her. They were hunters, trackers... men who would be able to find where she was. But when? How long? She looked around her, having no idea where she was and doubting she could retrace her steps to the clearing where they had been ambushed.

Though perhaps she would not have to, for she heard someone approaching. It must be one of her people! Or... it could be the enemy. She could not risk it should it be the latter. And if it was the former, they would undoubtedly find her, no matter how far she strayed. So she began to run again. Though she was already out of breath, she continued. Her head was turned to look behind her when she probably should have been facing forward, for before she knew it, she collided into something. It was strong enough to make her fall to the ground as she grew momentarily frazzled and disoriented. She was unharmed, though perhaps her pride was a bit wounded. She quickly rose to her feet and raised her head to look at the animal she had collided into... and the man who controlled it, not yet fully aware of who he was. He was no Manevrian, that was for sure, and at the moment in this brief glance of him, that was all she yet knew.

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Demara was unsure as to how long she had been trudging through the seemingly never ending woods. What she did know was that with each step, she grew more and more tired. When lost, she knew common sense dictates that one should stay in the same place. But she had been forced from her initial position thanks to the wild creatures that hunted these grounds. She had ran as fast as she could, and used up a significant amount of her energy. Now, she walked with heavy steps, not having come across any source of food or river for water. Her throat was dry and burning and her stomach was so empty it was painful. She hated this. It thankfully did not happen frequently, but when she did, fear and panic consumed her heart, even if she did not let it consume her body. She was used to be protected; used to every step of hers being watched and armed men at her side at all times.

But now, she was alone. Without a doubt they would be looking for her. Her father would be filled with worry, and rightfully so! She knew in her heart they would find her, but it was that time in between that was frightening. It would not be too long until dark and it was at night that the most vicious of creatures and monsters came out. Apart from sustenance, she needed to find shelter. Both for protection as well as warmth, for the night would bring cold air and she was not dressed for such conditions. She was clad in less extravagant wear, having been riding with the men for a significant amount of time. But now, she wished she had a cloak or some sort of cover to provide her with additional warmth. Instead she had bare arms, small fabric coverings on her hands... at least her legs were covered. A fire! Yes! Surely she could build herself a fire... somehow. But as it was not yet night, she had time.

She finally managed to make her way to a clearing amidst the heavy wooded area. There she paused and tried to see something, anything, in the distance. It was without success. She did however hear a branch snap which caused her to abruptly turn toward where the sound was coming from. It seemed to be drawing closer to her. She frantically looked around for some sort of make shift weapon, and the closest thing she could find was a large stick. Picking it up, she snapped it in half so that it would have a point to it. While it may not be as threatening as a sword, if applied with the right amount of pressure, and in the right place, it could prove to be lethal. So she may be lost, she may be alone, and inside she may be frightened... but what good would it do to scream. She was a princess of her people and she had to swallow her fear and come face to face with the potential threat. So gripping her makeshift weapon tightly, her eyes focused on where the sound was coming from, and watched intently to see the source reveal itself.

{ tag; Morgana }

All your characters sound so very interesting! Damara would love to meet any of them! She travels quite a bit so can really be anywhere at any time. I can find a reason for her being even in Camelot. Is there a certain character of yours that you would like to thread with her? =)

Hi Everyone! I was recently approved and was wondering if anyone would be interested is having threads with Damara! Here is a link to the bio: CLICK! So I won't fill this with a recap! Apart from saying that she is usually traveling and is in need of meeting people =D! So either send me a personal message or reply to this thread and I'm sure we can work something out! Thanks for reading and hope to post with you all soon! =)